Where the Wind Blows

Описание: Dedicated to Meet Yourself.

She left the city lights, the clock, and the screen
Carrying a shadow of a friend she’d once seen.
A promise made in tears, a heart that had stalled
She followed the wind where the mountains called.
The cobblestone streets and the old courtyard walls
A place where the morning is the only thing that calls.
She was a clock that had stopped, a bird with no song
Trying to figure out where the broken belong.
He was the spirit of the earth and the sun
A son of the village whose journey had begun.
Teaching her to slow down, to breathe, and to stay
To find the small magic in a slow-moving day.
Between the embroidery and the scent of the tea
She started to remember who she used to be.
Not a cog in a wheel, not a ghost in the crowd
But a woman allowed to laugh out loud.
The grief didn't vanish, it just changed its hue
Like the mountain mist turning into the dew.
Go to the place where the wind always blows
Where the river is steady and the wild flower grows.
Take all the pieces of the life that you knew
And let the red earth make you something brand new.
It’s okay to stop, it’s okay to just be
In the quiet embrace of the ancient tea tree.
A hint of the sadness, a mountain of grace
Finding her heart in a beautiful place.
The clock is still ticking, but she doesn't mind
Leaving the hurry and the worry behind.
Go to the place where the wind always blows
Where the river is steady and the wild flower grows.
Take all the pieces of the life that you knew
And let the red earth make you something brand new.
Finding her heart... in a beautiful place.
The wind is here.